Called my mother and she told me she wants to spend christmas here.
A good idea in theory, as it saves me from having to brave the summer in Rio (42 degrees and over is a reality), but a little kamikaze if you think about it. The pound is hitting the skies at the moment while brazilian real hits a new bottom everyday. My parents aren't as well off as they used to; especially my mother, currently without her main pension and living off the minimun wage + money from random casual jobs. A meal out here in London won't cost you less than 10, 15 quid (and I'm talking Pizza Hut and chain restaurants, nothing fancy) which translates roughly at 60, 90 reais. Public transport is also expensive; it cost me 6 pounds return to get to zone 1 on the train.
My parents usually spend a 5 to 6 weeks here, meaning this visit would hurt them financially and this time I'm not really in a position to be able to help out much.
On the other hand, going to Brazil myself in January would be a disgrace. No air con, no internet, no car, insects, urban violence and the hovering presence of people I hate. There's a couple of pros, though: being able to see a few of my dear friends/places and the pound being so strong meaning my money would go further. Selfishly I hope the economic situation won't improve much until june; then maybe i'd have a chance to visit feeling less guilty about it.
And here in my corner of the woods autumn carries on.
That little flower was the last one of its shrub, and must have been one of the last ones of the year.
Oh I do love the dance of seasons.
Our lives are made in these small hours
These little wonders, these twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain
Trying to organize my working area; took a picture; looked at it; didn't like it; put everything back into place. *sigh*
Having some fun with yarn today. :)
(Dad is going to his doctor appointment today. I hope he'll be allright.)
Bought out of curiosity. It's cheese. Smells like feet. The best cheeses smells like feet. I am going to eat it now. Let's pray.
Update: It's not bad at all. And very low in fat. The only bad thing about it are the fennel seeds. WHY? They taste vile. Luckily it's about two or three seeds per little cheese. I've picked them out with a vengeance. :)
Now I wish I had bought more. :/
In the mood for some cake in Hannover but can't order in german? Enter a patisserie, say TARTE AU CITRON and CAPPUCCINO. Done! Mission accomplished, no german spoken. Latin languages to the rescue! :)
Clean and pleasant and friendly as usual.
Chocolate paradise at Galeria Kaufhof.
Some countries in europe, Germany amongst them, make a big deal of Easter. In England they don't really care much. Here they like to decorate the house, the front doors, the gardens. The shops rise to the occasion with eggs in pastel colours, lots of green and yellow to mark the beginning of spring (the green returning to the branches and the yellow flowers that are usually blooming right now), lots of chicks, ducks, bunnies and lambs. :)
I love having a good browse at Butlers:
Shower gel/hand wash for 50cents. Gotta love this place. ♥
Blue skies greeted us. The flat is lovely, especially the balcony at the back. The owner left us a small jar with raisins to feed the birds in the mornings. They're quite shameless, almost ate from our hands.
Wi-fi is good and the flat is within walking distance of the station, restaurants and shops. :) There were people working digging holes on the street, so during a few hours of the day it was a little bit noisy, but nothing too hard. It became white noise after a short while and I stop hearing it. What I didn't enjoy was having builders all over the street. Let's say they're not as shy and respectful as the ones in Britain and I don't really like being stared at.
As predicted, no dieting ever happened. On the contrary, some binges did. I ate several waffles in one go, felt a bit ashamed but hell, were they good. ♥ Also bought macarons in Belgium and a single Ritter Sport.
Fist german meal had to happen at Broyhanhaus; pictures don't do it justice, but behold that pig with dark beer sauce, sauerkraut (with bacon) and potatoes (same).
Another must is a expresso at Extrablatt, served with a tumbler of cold water as it should be and the best cookie in existence. I may or may not have ordered several in order to get more cookies and then had to spend the night awake on a caffeine high.
Also, best brotchen. ♥ Sandwiches are so much better, fresher and cheaper here. Much nicer than the sliced bread cardboard-packed triangles we get in the UK.